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| Monday, August 21, 2006 |
Hyatt riot
Where I Should Be: Over the Atlantic, halfway to Amsterdam.
Where I Am: Sitting on a balcony on the eighth floor of the Hyatt at the Orlando airport, eating a tuna fish sandwich.
Martinair had some kind of glitch involving a cancelled flight in Miami, and somehow they decided we should be involved. Alex and Piper were watching Baby Einstein, I was reading, and then the Intercom Lady said "Esmon, we have a very important message for you. Come on down!" So I did.
"We only have one seat left," she said, "and you are three people."
"Yes? And?"
"One of you can fly tonight, in business class, or you can all fly tomorrow. Out of Atlanta."
"We can't split up. The baby hates to fly alone."
"Very good," she said. "Go talk to Reuben."
So we talked to Reuben and he gave us our three squares and a cot (it's a very, very nice cot), and some dough for our trouble. The Lord works in mysterious ways.
posted by Nichole @ 11:18 PM
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amyjsteffen says, "I'm so proud that Alex was wearing the Shakespeare's tshirt during the traveling." (9:59 AM, August 22, 2006)
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